Rian Shultz

Love Brilliant

She walked the forested park in an already rural area, her hometown, taking in the bounty of a day off from work. The air was so wet you could taste the woody decay all around. It was pure delight, fresh and musky, almost gamey even sweet all at once, perfect balance. Such tremendous potential lies in wet decomposing earth and wood, to her there was only one other thing that came close to this bourgeoning. Reaching into her messenger bag Chabi felt for her notebook, it was there. “Just as it ought to be”, she thought to herself coursing her hand across the velvety cover.